Article by Jocelyn Arndt

Gore Mountain teaches kids to love skiing.
How do I know?
I was one of those kids.

I learned to ski pretty much right after I started walking, and Gore was with me every step of the way, from my first turns on the bunny hill to the big day I braved the steeps of The Rumor. But looking back at my time in lessons at the Gore Mountain Ski School, I learned so much more than how to get down the slopes.

I learned that just because something seems daunting at first doesn’t mean you should quit. You just need the right kind of help. Here at Gore, the right kind of help wears blue instructor jackets and encouraging smiles, and they’re here to change your definition of impossible.

I learned to keep my head up and my eyes open, because there’s beauty everywhere to look. The icicles on the pine trees, the fox darting across the trail, the clouds above you, and the mountain beneath your feet – this is a magical place. Open your eyes and don’t let the beauty escape you.

I learned that finding lasting friendship is easy if you can meet others who love the same things you do. The friends I made during my time in lessons at Gore will be in my life forever. Bonds forged on chairlift rides aren’t easily broken.

I learned to trust myself, to believe in my ability to learn and to share that belief with others. I went from taking lessons to becoming an instructor myself and got the chance to do for others what Gore’s staff did for me. Confidence is contagious. This isn’t just a place where you move mountains –  it’s a place where you learn to shred them.

Gore has given me so much. Friends, skills, smiling photos I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.

And above it all, a love for the Adirondacks that raised me and the sport that made me who I am today. Because when those snowflakes start to fall, I remember the memories I’ve made on these trails, and can’t wait to relive it all on the next run.

I am so thankful I grew up Gore.